America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 224 Ambush

After a brutal beating, the group of Mexicans involved in human trafficking were dealt with. The Beggar Clan disciples also extracted information about the gang's members from them and reported it back to the leader.

"Boss, they're a gang, there are six of them. The others take turns resting in the suburbs. One of them is specifically responsible for contacting the Paradise Gate members in the Kilimanjaro Mountains, collecting their deposits online, and kidnapping homeless people according to their requests. They will receive at least $4000 in reward after the deal is completed."

The Beggars' Sect disciple said, "According to them, there are two other teams involved in this human trafficking mission, both of which are small groups of only seven or eight people."

Zhang Ailun nodded after hearing this and asked, "Do you know where their suburban headquarters is?"

"We've already found out. They're in the Bay Area on Highway 696 in the suburbs. They don't know where the other two teams are either, but they're also people in the circle," the Beggar Clan disciple replied.

Just then, Bailey drove up with Blitz. Zhang Ailun greeted them and, after thinking for a moment, said, "Bailey, take a team and destroy their base. Ignore the other two teams for now. We'll head straight for the only route through the Kilimanjaro Mountains and intercept them halfway there."

"What should we do with these guys?" a Beggar Clan disciple asked, pointing to the Mexicans who were beaten up and looked miserable.

"Take them to the suburbs and dispose of them somewhere." Zhang Ailun sentenced those Mexicans to death.

What's the point of keeping human traffickers around? They contribute nothing or have any value to society.

"OK!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples pulled Lao Mo into another escort vehicle, started the engine, and drove away from the street ahead of him to destroy the enemy's suburban headquarters.

"Thank you so much for saving me, sir." Old Black was still a little weak in the knees, having survived the ordeal.

"Get out of here right now! Don't wander around the streets after dark, this is our territory." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, shooing Lao Hei away. The man nodded repeatedly in agreement and jogged away from the street without looking back.

Having resolved the matter on the street, Zhang Ailun asked the Beggars' Sect disciples to get in the car, turned it around, and drove away from the city towards the Kilimanjaro Mountains.

It took about an hour to reach the Kilimanjaro Mountains, the only way to get into the mountains, a mountain road. We parked in a nearby grove of trees and received a message from Bailey.

The package included a picture of a large fire burning on a wasteland, with the entire wooden house completely destroyed and two people hanging from a bamboo pole nearby.

Bailey: Done!! We also rescued two victims from the camp, and found a ledger and $5000 in cash.

Zhang Ailun: Well done.

He praised their efficiency and instructed them to find a safe area to leave the two victims on the highway, and to leave on their own once they woke up.

They divided the money among themselves and then met up at the mountain road.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ailun took out steel wire and steel spikes from the vehicle and instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples to set up tire-bursting traps along the inevitable route. He then handed the sniper rifle to Old Jack, instructing him to take charge of sniping and eliminating the enemy from a distance.

"This thing is really good, and it even uses subsonic bullets. This sniper aiming system must be worth at least ten thousand dollars, right? Give it to me!" Old Jack grinned as he played with the VSS sniper rifle, as if he had received a finely crafted toy.

As a ruthless bandit, he originally only liked to pull the bolt back with his hand and was skilled in AK series guns, shotguns, C4 explosives and clay bombs. But this time he got to eat fine food and happily led the Beggar Clan disciples to find a high sniping position.

Zhang Ailun also pulled out an M4, equipped it with a silencer and a 4x scope, and led the rest of the men to continue their ambush in the woods and bushes on both sides.

Time passed slowly, and about half an hour later, two vans drove up one after the other. When they reached the bend of the mountain road, their tires ran over a trap that had been laid in advance. The steel barbed spring blades were activated and pierced the tires with a snap. The front tires of the vans went flat, and the vans tilted as a result.

"What happened? What's going on?"

The bandits transporting the hostages on the vehicle were somewhat panicked, feeling the vehicle shake and tilt.

The thugs driving the vehicle quickly turned the steering wheel and braked. The car swerved left and right and veered off the road, crashing head-on into a large tree next to it.

Several people opened the car doors and ran out. White smoke was billowing from the hood, and they could see the thorns embedded in the tires. They couldn't help but curse, "Which scoundrel set up a roadblock here?!"

The bread truck following closely behind saw that they had fallen into the trap and immediately turned around to try to take a detour, but after only a few meters, it also triggered a hidden trap, and its tires were punctured by a switchblade, rendering it useless and stuck on the spot.

The group was also cursing and swearing.

"You guys weren't behind this, were you?" The later group got out of the car, guns in hand, and couldn't help but question the group in the first car, "Trying to double-cross us here?"

"Fxxkyou! Didn't you see our car's tires were punctured too?"

The two sides accused and hurled insults at each other.

The team leader remained calm and rational, immediately warning his underlings, "Watch out, there might be an ambush nearby! We've been here several times before without any problems, but this sudden tire puncture is very unusual! Someone is definitely nearby!"

"Didn't Storm's group come?" They noticed that there were fewer people. Besides their two teams, there were also the Mexicans. They were usually very proactive, but this time they didn't run into them on the way.

"Could it be them who did this?"

The group became suspicious, then removed the spare tire from the car, preparing to change it on the spot.

Zhang Ailun immediately ordered Old Jack to take action, but not to harm the hostages in the car.

"What if we accidentally hit them?" the Beggar Clan disciple asked.

"They can only blame their bad luck," Zhang Ailun replied.

The Grand Master came here only to wipe out these heinous human traffickers. Rescuing them was just a side effect. Just because you have a mere hostage, does that mean I won't fight them?

Don't you understand the principle of sacrificing one person for the happiness of millions of families?

"OK".

Old Jack received the order in his earpiece, picked up his VSS sniper rifle, aimed through the scope at a bandit who was busy fixing a tire, pulled the trigger, and with a snap, the bullet flew through his skull, opening his entire top of the head.

The thug next to him, holding the spare tire, was splashed in the face. He froze for a moment, then looked at his suddenly bewildered companion and cried out in alarm, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

"Is it the FBI!? Or the CIA!?"

"WTF! We've been betrayed!"

"Impossible! We paid the money!!"

The human traffickers were terrified and couldn't figure out where the shooting came from. They scattered and hid behind obstacles.

Old Jack turned his gun around again and aimed it at the human traffickers. From his high vantage point, there was nowhere for them to hide at the intersection, and he began to nod at them one by one.

A series of gunshots rang out, and like cutting leeks, the human traffickers fell one after another.

Zhang Ailun saw someone run out from behind the obstacle and approach the bushes where they were hiding. He immediately raised his gun and ordered, "Fire!!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!

The Beggars' Sect disciples pointed their guns at the human traffickers, unleashing a hail of bullets that spit out flames, turning the group into sieves.

Someone even dared to retaliate while crouching on the car, pulling out a pistol and firing wildly into the dark bushes. Zhang Ailun, through a 4x scope, locked onto his head, pulled the trigger, and with a loud bang, the person exploded like a watermelon. The person collapsed limply to the ground.

Nice.

Accuracy +1!

The gunfire gradually subsided, and the human traffickers were all wiped out in just one minute.

The leader ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to cease fire, and then sent men to finish off the remaining enemies and assess the situation.

Sure enough, they found an old black man lying under the car, dead. In the pitch-black weather, and given his racial talent, he would have been easily missed if they hadn't been wearing night vision goggles.

After being discovered by the Beggars' Sect disciples, Lao Hei panicked and tried to fight back with his gun, but the disciples kicked the gun out of his hand and pulled him out.

"Kneel down! Put your hands behind your head! Don't move!" A Beggar Clan disciple shouted a warning, pressing a gun to his forehead.

"okok..."

Old Hei was terrified and hurriedly knelt on the ground to do as he was told. The Beggar Clan disciples stepped forward, pressed him down, and tightly bound his hands and feet.

"How many of you are there? Where is your headquarters? Who is your boss?!" Zhang Ailun walked over and questioned.

"There are seven of us. We don't have a fixed camp. We're all here. Our leader has already been killed by you. The black man who got his head blown off is him," the old black man quickly replied.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the black man lying on the ground, checked him over, and sure enough, he had been shot in the head by a VSS and died a horrible death.

They then asked, "You weren't working with the people in the other car? How many people have they kidnapped in total? How many deals have they made with Heaven's Gate? How do they usually commit their crimes?"

"They were from another team, only five or six people. There was also a group of Mexicans. We all knew each other and were competitors in the industry. We kidnapped two people this time. We've only done five or six deals with Paradise Gate in total, and each time it was just two people."

Old Hei was terrified and answered all the questions without hesitation, blurting out everything in one go.

This included contacting the people of Heaven's Gate, purchasing their hypnotic chemicals, and devising a kidnapping plan.

"Please don't kill me! I have a pregnant wife and a seventy-year-old mother to support. I'm new to this life, just trying to earn some money to support my family. I've never done anything wrong!" Old Hei pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

They've already participated in human kidnapping, and they still say they haven't done anything bad?

The Beggars' Sect disciples opened the bread carts and, sure enough, found a young man and woman bound hand and foot inside; they appeared to be a couple. In another bread cart sat a homeless man and an obese middle-aged man, both unconscious.

They also found syringes and chemicals in the medical kit on the center console of the car.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Zhang Ailun nodded and said, "Okay, you have family, huh? I have family too. I won't kill you. You can go now." He gave the Beggar Clan disciple a wink and helped untie Old Black.

Overjoyed at his escape, Lao Hei was filled with gratitude and turned tail and ran without looking back!

He even lost his shoes while running, his speed was unmatched, and at that moment his 100-meter sprint speed must have broken the 10-second barrier!

Zhang Ailun waved in Old Jack's direction, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, and popped it into his mouth to chew. He then ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to begin disposing of the corpse on the spot and changing the van's tires.

Old Jack aimed at the fleeing Black man and pulled the trigger. With a snap, he hit the Black man, who was running seventy or eighty meters away, and the man instantly collapsed to the ground.

He stood up, picked up his gun, dusted himself off, and said to the Beggars' Sect disciple beside him, "That's it for today."

The two descended the slope one after the other.

Zhang Ailun chewed his gum and took out his phone to take a picture of the scene.

Old Jack strolled over leisurely and said, "This gun is really useful, can I have it?"

"Are you dreaming?" Zhang Ailun rolled his eyes. "This whole set of equipment can't be bought for less than $2. I can lend it to you, but if you want it, you'll have to buy it yourself."

"Twenty thousand US dollars is enough for me to buy thirty assembled AKs and dozens of kilograms of clay explosives."

Old Jack reluctantly returned the sniper rifle to the Beggar Clan disciple; he couldn't bear to buy such good equipment. It wasn't like they were fighting on the front lines, and it was completely useless for business purposes—not even as good as a steam hammer.

The Beggars' Sect disciples disposed of the human traffickers' bodies on the spot, cleaned up the battlefield traces, bullet casings, and spike traps. Not long after, Bailey arrived in his armored vehicle with his men.

After getting out of the car, he handed a satellite phone to the leader. "Boss, this is the cell phone they use to contact Heaven's Gate. The contact person for this kidnapping plan is also on it."

Zhang Ailun took the satellite phone and glanced at the chat history. The longest call lasted no more than 20 seconds, and there were several transaction lists on it. He also saw a familiar name in the contacts.

"Isn't that the vice president of the FBI Agents Association? This guy not only traffics drugs, but also human traffickers and takes bribes?" he exclaimed in surprise.

Blitz said, "There are quite a few people involved in this deal. Some of the Secret Service employees also have secret accounts at a private bank, and those accounts receive extra income every month. This is all part of their gray market operations. That private bank is also invested in by Jehovah Priyan Holdings, and many investors in the California non-profit organization 'Oasis' are shareholders in this bank."

"It's obvious they're banding together for mutual support, committing crimes in an organized and premeditated manner." Zhang Ailun scrolled through his messages and sent one to his contact, informing him that he was transporting goods and would be arriving at Heaven's Gate soon.

He handed the phone to Old Jack, instructing him to drive up the mountain to deliver goods, while he led his men halfway up the mountain to find a suitable bombing site.

"Boss, what should we do with these hostages?" a Beggar Clan disciple asked.

"Put them in the van, find a secluded spot, and park it far away. When they wake up tomorrow, they'll drive back by themselves."

Zhang Ailun also lamented that ordinary people here are like NPCs, either tied up or on their way to being kidnapped, taking painkillers every day, and owing God a tube of blood.

Without the leader's help, these people would definitely be in deep trouble.

He found two Beggars' Sect disciples, entrusted them with an important task, installed tracking devices and hidden cameras on them, then packed them into a sack, put them on a van, and had Old Jack drive them to the mountain peak.

Watching Old Jack leave, Zhang Ailun immediately led Blitz and his group to the mountainside. They quickly found a suitable spot and stopped on a shady slope.

Zhang Ailun got out of the car, took out his binoculars, set them up on the spot, and looked around the mountain camp. He could see bright firelight, and there was also a lookout tower inside the gate. Several armed terrorists, whose appearances were not clear, were standing guard with guns.

The Beggars' Sect disciples also took out their drones.

Blitz took out his computer, connected it to the drone, and launched it high in the air to overlook the mountains, locating and monitoring Old Jack's signal source, ready to launch a suicide bombing mode for remote support at any time.

(End of this chapter)